And with peace and with pride ascended her soul, humming her own eulogy, frolicking with thunder, undying, everywhere, sprouting radiant clouds, then steppes of long grasses.
There's a serenity here, which fills with energy when I encounter the word "eulogy." I wasn't expecting that, and now I'm intrigued! So much music in this sentence! Great verbs turned into adjectives add energy too, frolicking, undying, sprouting.
So lovely…I am reminded of the finale of Little Big Man, by Thomas Berger, when the Cheyenne chief who has been a guiding light for LBM most of his life goes up a mountain to die, but is foiled, it’s not his time. Not yet. Anyway I love your imagery of frolicking with thunder, sprouting clouds and grasses.
I don’t think I’ve seen the film from end to end, but I think it’s good. The book blew my mind at 19, a first avenue into the idea of a whole other (better) way to live. (Plus how inventive and insightful Thomas Berger could be.)
And with the winding roads and winnowing wind went the little girl, a little speck on a wrecked landscape, forever alone, forever afraid, into a cloud of dust.
And with peace and with pride ascended her soul, humming her own eulogy, frolicking with thunder, undying, everywhere, sprouting radiant clouds, then steppes of long grasses.
There's a serenity here, which fills with energy when I encounter the word "eulogy." I wasn't expecting that, and now I'm intrigued! So much music in this sentence! Great verbs turned into adjectives add energy too, frolicking, undying, sprouting.
Thank you, Nina. These exercises are nourishing in more ways than one.
I love them! They'll sink into your writing. You're training your ear.
So lovely…I am reminded of the finale of Little Big Man, by Thomas Berger, when the Cheyenne chief who has been a guiding light for LBM most of his life goes up a mountain to die, but is foiled, it’s not his time. Not yet. Anyway I love your imagery of frolicking with thunder, sprouting clouds and grasses.
Thank you, David. These images give me comfort. PS. I will check out Little Big Man, maybe the film first.
I don’t think I’ve seen the film from end to end, but I think it’s good. The book blew my mind at 19, a first avenue into the idea of a whole other (better) way to live. (Plus how inventive and insightful Thomas Berger could be.)
Love anastrophe I do!
Me too! It brings a lot of attention to a sentence.
I have a copy of that book somewhere. I should go back to it.
I am going to buy this book. So many amazing sentences. His passion for nature is woven into the language.
And with the winding roads and winnowing wind went the little girl, a little speck on a wrecked landscape, forever alone, forever afraid, into a cloud of dust.
Thank you, Nina. I enjoyed this entry.